Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Shoes.

Right. One thing I have never understood in the female (and ever so occasionally male) psyche, is the need to garner as many shoes as you can. I have, at the last count, 5 pairs of shoes.

Pair 1 - My workboots. They are safety shoes, so they have a metal (steel I think) toecap, and generally will enable you to withstand up to 2 tonnes of weights, or indeed enable you to threaten your brother with if he steals your stuff/money. Cost me £30 but are mandatory at work.

Pair 2 - My Dunlop Greenflashes. Generally for playing sports in, even acceptable on a tennis court. (Yes, I play tennis.) neat and tidy and cost me £10.

Pair 3 - My smart shoes. I use them for going out, being presented with many awards, and "for use in a court appearance" as my mother said when recommended them. Thanks Mum, least we know who she expects to be the crim in the family. Cost £10

Pair 5 - Save the best for last. My Berghaus Explorer GTX. Yes, they are hiking boots. Yes I do hiking, and don't find it a chore. These mothers have carried me around the English, Scottish and Welsh countryside, hillsides, mountainsides, down a dale, through towns, and I watched the 2010 FIFA World Cup Final in them. As I won £75 on my works fantasy football, they more than paid off their cost. Sentimentally valued as priceless. Cost £60.

Basically, I can't understand why you'd need umpteen pairs of shoes, never have, never likely to either. It just puzzles me! But then again, I'm male, and we're all different I suppose.